Too caught up in me to see, I'm holding a fortune that heaven has given to me. I'll try and show you each and every way I can, now and forever, I will be your man.

One time Robert Plant was set to check into the same room after I checked out, so I removed every light bulb and ordered up a bunch of stinky cheese and put it under the mattress.

I saw your smile and my mind could not erase the beauty of your face.

But I'm just having fun playing and giving Botox injections to the older songs.

I'm now so keenly aware that I have everything to prove and nothing to lose.

I fell off stage and bruised some ribs. The worst part was that the audience didn't realize I was gone.

It don't mean nothing til you sign it on the dotted line.

Take a good look around and you'll find people trying to mess with your mind.

I've never, ever in my life enjoyed playing live the way I am now.

The only thing that's a little tricky about it is sometimes people assume that if it's a new song, it's a reflection of what you're feeling or going through now.

When things are too easy I lose interest in them so I find ways to complicate them to get myself interested.

It was only a sunny smile, and little it cost in the giving, but like morning light it scattered the night and made the day worth living.

When an imaginative person gets into mental trouble, the line between seeming and being has a way of disappearing-

Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy, out in the back seat of my '60 Chevy. Workin' on mysteries without any clues, workin' on our night moves.

I learned from my mom that you should always try to enjoy life, no matter what.

With a lot of actors, you've got to chip through the surface to see who the real person is.

The limits on your enlightenment come not from the age you stopped going to school but from the age you stopped being curious.

Only God Forgives was very much a generation gap in a way. It was all the youth of the world that embraced it. I make films for young people. That's what I will continue to do.

That’s the last time you’re going to kiss me,” I warned when it ended. He smiled knowingly, and in his eyes, I could see his own memories of that night. “So you say.

The perfect Christmas tree? All Christmas trees are perfect!"

Charles is Charles. Wale is Wale. It's two separate entities that have nothing to do with each other and probably will never have anything to do with each other and I wish him the best.